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Using your talents for profit

The world we live in runs on the most sociopathic concept of all. Money. If you combine your lack of empathy, your charm and your intelligence, it’s easy to make. Especially with the internet.

Though I often work in actual jobs, it’s not necessary for my survival, it’s simply a way to further my goals, or create new opportunities. The internet pays my bills, and it can pay yours too.

Tumblr, for example, is a perfect platform for beginning to turn a measurable profit using the skills you have honed every single day.

Blogs like these will never be hugely popular. Dark, macabre blogs have a small niche market, too small to make a profit easily. So you need to create a different persona if you want to make some money.

It’s really quite simple. Find a niche with a large audience and create a blog dedicated to it. Research the most popular blogs in that niche and design yours to suit.

Play them like an instrument and start gathering as many followers as you can. It’s not hard if you are able to translate your innate charm to the online world.

Once you have reached a suitable number of dedicated followers, it’s time to use them to inflate your wallet. Personally, I throw in a few pay-per-click ads to the blog theme, and drip feed relevant revenue share amazon ads.

Once it’s worth your while, keep it up and rinse and repeat, or move on to more complex manipulations of crowd logic.

For people like us, it’s incredibly easy. Try it and you will see.

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Day by day I am cheated out of having a nice adolescents/ childhood. Just repeatedly lied to and left out, so that my parents can relive their wild adolescents leaving me to sort out their messes & clean up after them. Yet another perfectly fine holiday ruined by the self-centered , ignorant, obnoxious, rude, shallow people I know as my parents. Happy Canada Day.

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The Gatsby that I remember reading when I was 15 years old in junior high school was far different from the Gatsby I read as an adult. And what I remember from my years in junior high was this hopeless romantic that was solely in love with this one woman and created this great amount of wealth to respectably hold her hand. Then to reread it as an adult it was incredibly fascinating. It is one of those novels that is talked about nearly 100 years later for a reason. It’s incredibly nuanced, it’s existential and here at the center of this movie is this man that is incredibly hollow searching for some sort of meaning and he’s attached himself to this relic known as Daisy. She’s a mirage and I was struck by the sadness in him for the first time. I looked at him completely different, I looked at him as somebody that was very hollow and searching for some sort of meaning and Nick was the only one who truly sees what’s going on in reality. One very telling sequence that we talked about a lot and for me was a very important one in the book, is when Nick notices that he’s holding her but he’s still staring at the green light, you know he’s finally got her in his arms he’s still searching for this thing that he thinks is going to complete him. That was the Gatsby I was incredibly excited about playing as an actor and as I got older it took on a new meaning and I think that’s what’s so incredible about this novel, everyone who reads it has their own interpretation of who these people are, who these characters are. —Leonardo Dicaprio

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Audrey Hepburn photographed by Mark Shaw in 1953.

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A white submarine ~ By Sergei Gladyshev

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“It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening. Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily. You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth. You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later. Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage. Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything. I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it. You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it. Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today? We shall see.”

You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s by Ryan O’Connell

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